The Dark Angels are a come and go crew. They create then disappear like street art. Their works exist in fragments, particles that float, dust motes that spin before the wind that blows them to faraway places. They are individuals that work as one. Deep as oceans, as impenetrable as the night. Art urchins and poets, they dissolve before they form. They are the Dark Angels, they are discharge. They are a bloody mouthful.
7 comments:
I am fond of your paint
I am fond of your comment!
Thank-you CHM!
Beautiful work! Very Dark!
excellent work!!!!
Ruela...
much thanks!!
its all dark!
Mersault...
thanks, hope all is well!!
I'm really enjoying your style of art! = Cheers!
C.M...
much thanks!
One simply must do something to beat down the demons
cheers to you
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